The Temple of Doom to Hee Haw

Today is the first day of summer vacation, my blossoming new teenager is sleeping late, I am remembering my wedding day some 26 years ago, there is a thin layer of dust on the hardwood floors in my sunroom, several stacks of folded towels waiting to be put away in the middle of my living room floor and I am listening to the birds outside as I compose this post.

I am not sure that I have anything deep to share with you this morning, but in an effort to avoid the dust and the towels (or wake my child) I will forge ahead.

I have moments when things are so very clear, when I feel that the words just come and a miracle happens and they actually make sense.

Quite possibly this in not one of these moments.

Today what comes to my mind is my quiet time. I know I am not alone in my struggle to stay focused during my prayer time, however lately I have found it increasingly difficult to block out the invading thoughts. I will be settled in to pray and then my grocery list will be scrolling through my thoughts which will then lead to another random thought and on and on and on.

It is amazing to me the intricacies of our thought patterns. How one thought triggers another and before you know it you are in a completely different place than you intended.

I always try to find the dots of connection.

How did I get to this new place, what lead me here?

Then I apologize to the Lord and resume my prayer.

I read a book once where a monk described this as “Monkey Brain” well I can consider myself diagnosed with an official case of “Monkey Brain.”

Now what was I saying?????????????????????????????

Talk about a random thought, remember the dinner scene from ‘Indiana Jones and the temple of Doom” where they were served all theses terrible and disgusting things, giant bugs, live snakes, eyeball soup and they saved the best for last, chilled monkey brains.

I hope everyone has had their breakfast.

Now I am thinking about the television show Hee Haw.............................

Temple of Doom to what rhymes with doom........................................

Can you hear the catchy tune in your head?

Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Deep, dark depression, excessive misery
If it weren't for bad luck,
I'd have no luck at all
Gloom, despair, and agony on me

Somebody stop me.

How does God put up with my frail weakness, how can He patiently weed through all the miscellaneous junk going on in my head as see what is really there.

But He always does!

I praise Him for moments of clarity.

I praise Him for giving me the persistence to keep making that daily connection with Him no matter how many times I have to refocus and redirect.

I praise Him for the great mysteries that the human body and brain are.

He created the imagination and our thought processes.

He gave us the creative abilities and He instilled in us the wiring that allows our brains to leap from “The Temple of Doom to Hee Haw.”

I am not sure if that is a creative ability or just a sign of old age, maybe both??

PS 139:13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.